"None whatever!" muttered the intruder, a thin, wizened, yet still active-looking person.
My lady did not reply; her gaze, in which suspicion had become conviction, again met the young man's, whose black eyes now gleamed with a sudden, challenging light.
"With your permission, my Lady, I will speak with this fellow," he said, and abruptly strode from the tower; walked a short distance away, followed by the man, when he stopped.
"Certes, your tongue betrayed you that time, Sanchez!" he said confronting the other.
The man made a rough gesture. "C'est vrai!" regretfully. "But when I saw you two together I thought I had seen a—" He stopped. "She is so like—"
"Nay; I don't blame you; the sight was certainly unexpected! I had thought to come down and prepare you, but—'tis done!"
"And I knew what it meant." The old servant looked over his shoulder toward the tower.
"Call it magic!" with a short laugh.
"Diablerie!" muttered the other.
"Well, have your way! Why," abruptly, "did you not meet me here last night at high tide, as we had planned?"